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“How do you know?”

“I saw him as he got into a truck,” Laytonreplied. “Ran after him. He told me to tell you he made amistake.”

Her wolf howled like it was in pain. Likeshe was dying. Her knees buckled and Layton caught her, escortingher over to the picnic benches.

“Are you sure that’s what he said?” shecried, tears falling from her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Z.”

Why could she still feel him in her soul?That even after he rejected her, why did his ghost linger somewherein the shadow of her heart?

Chapter Twelve

Greyden blinked his eyes open, and knewthere was something different. Something had changed. Slowly, hismemory filtered in and he sat up quickly when he remembered thewarlock, Niall.

“Hey,” a soft voice from the doorway.

He blinked and Zenia came into focus. “Iremember,” he breathed. “We met at the vendors. We sat and talked,and danced until our feet hurt. And we had one perfect night. I gotup before you to find us some coffee, and I ran into Layton. Sheblew some dust into my face and then … then she told me we weremates. I never doubted her because I recognized her scent. Only,now I realize she borrowed your scent. Fucking hell! How could I beso weak? I’m of alpha bloodline. I should’ve been able to see herdeception!”

Zenia hurried over to the bed, sitting nextto him. She cupped his face. “Niall said even the strongestwould’ve been deceived. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

He placed his hands over hers, staring intoher eyes before he gently pulled her into his arms. Leaning over,he ran his nose up the column of her throat, breathing her scent indeep. His wolf howled in his head, happy to have his real mate inhis arms.

“Mine,” he whispered. “How could I have everforgotten this? Forgotten you?”

“We have to put it all in our past. It’sover and we’ve found each other again.”

Her words pierced his heart. “I will neverforgive her. She caused the death of our child. That calls for morethan exile.”

“I know,” she said. “I want justice aswell.”

He kissed her hand and brushed her hair offher forehead. They stared at one another, and she gave a littlenod, giving him permission. He pushed her back, until he lay on topof her. She took his breath away, and he leaned down to kiss her.All his anger and sorrow faded when she pressed her body close tohis.

One of his hands skimmed up her belly,pulling her shirt up, until her breasts were exposed. He bent hishead and closed his mouth over one nipple, lavishing it with histongue and teeth. Her hands buried in his hair, holding him closeas her hips began to undulate under him. He obliged, grinding hisarousal into the vee of her thighs.

“Please. I need…”

Her voice trailed off, as if she didn’t knowhow to ask for what she wanted.

He leaned back to look into her eyes, andwhile they stared at one another, he trailed his fingers down herbody to the snap of her jeans. Sliding his hand inside, he foundher wet slit and swept his fingertips over her clit. Zenia archedher body, her eyes going wide in wonderment.

“Have you been with anyone in fiveyears?”

She shook her head.

A thrill jolted through his body,immediately followed by guilt. “I wish I could say the same.”

“It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t you.”

The tremor in her voice said otherwise.“Look at me. You scent led me back to you. And I will never forgetyou again.”

Greyden rose up on his knees and spread herlegs wide. Her pretty pussy waited all plump and swollen with herdesire. He wanted nothing more than to sink his still-hard cockinto her wet cunt and pump her until they both splintered apart. Tofill her up so they could have more babies.

“Why are you staring?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” He inserted afinger inside her and a moan erupted from her lips. “You’re wet forme, baby.”

It wasn’t a question. He placed a kissdirectly on the spot he’d just touched, and her hips jerked up,like she’d touched a live wire.

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